ROSES | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘

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DAISY
"a daisy is used to represent innocence and purity. It is used to express loyal love."

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     Harry was smitten, and there was no denying it at this point. What made it even worse was that Draco knew it too. Sometimes he would catch the brunet staring, and simply smirk to himself, or occasionally stare back until they both looked away with erubescent cheeks. Starry-eyed moments like these were nothing less than quixotic and wondrous.

Today was one of the days filled with something that Harry couldn't explain; everything felt utopian and picturesque. Neville was in the back of the shop, wrapping beautiful flowers with beautiful ribbons, and Harry was perched up on the counter; legs swinging in the air, eyes rested upon his love who had walked in minutes before.

     The blond's eyes were crinkled; the result of a lovely smile etched onto on face as he pointed out Harry's cheeks, which could could only be described as peony pink.

"Are you blushing, darling?"

"What? No!" Harry tried to say in a nonchalant voice, but his voice betrayed him and cracked through the last word, causing Draco to smile even more, and the brunet to blush even harder. This was a conversation that happened at least twice a day now, and neither of the boys got tired of having it.

     "Did I," Draco gasped and put a hand over his heart. "Get the ever-stoic and insouciant, Harry to actually blush!"

     "No. . . I-It's the cold!" Harry stuttered out, then mentally cursed himself, seeing as the sun was still shining brightly through the windows.

Draco raised one eyebrow suspiciously, "It's the cold?"

     "Yep," Harry tried to make his voice as convincing as possible, yet failed miserably.

     "Huh," Draco crossed his arms and looked at the ethereal boy perched on the counter in front of him. "And I thought it was because I told you, 'Your smile is fucking adorable, and I know the rest of you is too' ?"

      "N-no," Harry replied, demanding his voice not to crack again.

      "Admit it, sweetheart, you're infatuated with me," Draco said, while he resumed his browsing; running his fingers across a few daisies before picking one up.

      "I am not infatuated with you!" Harry replied, throwing his hands in the air and tossing his head back.

     Then from the back of the shop, Neville's  voice rang out clear as a bell, "You are too, Harry!"

     This caused the blond to double over in laughter, and the brunet to bury his face in his hands.

  "Thank you, Neville. Thank you."

     When Draco recovered from his laughing fit, he straightened up and wiped his eyes, making his way towards Harry at the counter. He carefully placed his hands on top of the others and peeled them away from his guarded face. Draco took one hand, ignoring the warm feeling it gave him and used it to tilt up the brunet's chin so he could see him more clearly.

     "It's alright, love." He placed the small daisy in Harry's right hand and squeezed. "If I'm being honest, I'm completely infatuated with you too."

     The young boys smiled back at each other, adoration visible in both their eyes. Draco gave Harry's hand one last squeeze, then started to walk out of the shop.

     "Wait!" Harry cried, jumping off the counter.

     "Yes, darling?" Draco replied, pausing at the door.

     "What does this one mean?" He asked, holding the precious daisy in his right hand.

     "Only good things, Harry. It means loyal love,"  Then Draco was out the door as fast as he came in.

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